Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Slave,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.